Sherlock Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

An idea formed in her head, which she immediately knocked off because it was going to make her end up with regrets. "So, my name is Amelia. I would love to be referred to by that instead of Miss. It makes me sound old." Damon cracked a smile at the bold woman. This was probably the exact person that his friend needed, even though he was pig-headed not to admit it. "Your house was burnt." "No shit, Sherlock. How is this supposed to be news? Are you sure that you should be communicating with her?" Hunter cut in, refusing for both of them to have a bromance that was going to lead to something else entirely.

I snap, my voice shaking from a mix of pain and anger. “What’s wrong?” He crouches to meet my eyes. I finally look up, the pain easing, but the rage bubbling. “Why do you fucking care? You were too busy screwing someone else while I was in fucking pain.” His brows furrow. “Wait… was it the mate bond?” I glare. “Congratulations, Sherlock. Took you long enough.” “Aria, I didn’t know—” “And now you do,” I cut him off. “But guess what? I don’t give a shit.” My wolf, of course, is howling like a lunatic, but I ignore her.

he rasps. My name in that ragged voice does something awful to my insides. “You were having a nightmare,” I say. “I heard you through the wall.” His gaze skims over me, taking in the tank top, the bare legs, the jacket. The jacket. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “You went through the closet.” “Congratulations, Sherlock,” I say. “You want to tell me why my clothes are hanging in your murder villa like trophies?” “And here I thought we were having a touching moment,” he says, voice rough. “You rushing to wake me, worried about my beauty sleep.”

"No shit, Sherlock. I mean don't get me wrong, short and curvy works fine for me, but I always expected, if ever fate was cruel enough to curse me, she'd at least give me a woman who likes me." "I'm sure she will in time. We took her by surprise, not to mention she's in pain. Besides, I kind of like that she's feisty. She'll need it to keep up with us." Round eyes and an open mouth met his answer. "You, my friend, are insane. One ball too many to the head I think. I mean, not only does she not want you, shouldn't you be more pissed that it looks like she's meant for both of us?"

I hissed but my eyes widened as I saw blood in his hand . " You are hurt " he whispered more to himself . " Shit Sherlock " I tried to stand up but failed miserably . " Let me help you " he offered like a gentleman . " No I don't take help from strangers with that I walk away . I look at those greenish eyes in front of me and my eyes widen at realisation . " IT WAS YOU !!!!" I was surprised . He chuckled at my expression " yes " he pulled me closer and I couldn't help but smile brightly remembering Kacey's words .

Lucian’s POV I snorted in laughter, “Not so fast Sherlock. We're heading to the sacred Mountain at dawn. I can't be so quick to trust you.” “I’ll show you the wizard’s hideout,” he said coldly, “but that’s all I’ll do. Anything that happens after that... is none of my business.” I stared at him, my arms folded across my chest. “You bastard. You think I’m afraid of a bunch of wizards?” I took one step forward, narrowing my eyes.

"She could have checked into a suite at the Grand Palazzo. She moved in here because she wants a front-row seat to my life. She wants to see if I’m as miserable as she is." Santiago disappeared into the bathroom to shower. Lanka sighed, shoving a wall of pillows down the center of the mattress. It was a pathetic defense, but it was all he had. By the time the water stopped running, Lanka was propped up, leafing through a leather-bound book he’d lifted from the Rivera Global Headquarters' private library. It was an old copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The Victorian prose was a slog, but it beat staring at the door waiting for a naked Santiago.

Oh, boy, I feel sorry for my friends trying to calm the girls down. I kept hearing them arguing down by the hall. Then nothing. Sherry was staring down at the ground, not looking at me. "So, where were we?" I said, coming up closer towards her. She didn't say anything. Then I did something I thought I would never do: I grabbed her hair and pulled out her ponytail, and ran my fingers through her hair. She was breathing heavily because I could feel her breath on my neck. It's turning me on right now. I am fucking hard right now. I need to control myself, or I will scare her more. I know she wants me and is scared of me. She can feel my body on top of hers. "Firecracker! I whisper into her mout

his unfriendly gaze looked at the tree of them before landing on Sherry. The police inspector looked at the file they had prepared. Sherry, age 25 was a young and promising doctor from a rich family. Her parents were dead and she was raised by her uncle and aunt from distant relatives side. She was supposed to get married a few days ago, but not only she humiliated the groom, but she also broke off their engagement. This matter was still viral on the internet. It seemed she had caught onto the affair of her fiance. “Her fiance was cheating on her with her best friend, Bella Cath, also the subject of your investigation,” he rubbed his temple.

Watson turned to look at the figure of the girl slowly disappearing in the depths of his eyes, he laughed; If there were really good people in this world, wouldn't there be no more policemen like you? Sitting up, he took the robe in his hand and smelled the scent on it. Looks like a scent of lily; The scent was so pleasant that it made Watson fall in love. To be honest, Watson had never seen a lily, at least he couldn't distinguish the flowers in the world, but for some reason, when he held this thin cloak, he could feel the scent on it, he knew immediately that this was the scent of lily. Watson was fascinated for a moment, and then quickly got up, looking for an apartment to spend the nigh